Without Peter covering for her, Selena was admitted straight into a mental hospital. Even her relatives were unwilling to care for her.
At this moment, she finally got to experience the helplessness I felt in the first place.
I put my phone away and massaged the area between my brows.
When the doorbell rang, I got to my feet to open the door.
Peter lifted the lunchbox in his hand and smiled apologetically.
"You are still in recovery, so you need to be eating nutritiously. I've made a few dishes for you by following some recipes. Try some," he said.
I stared at the freshly-made dishes in his hands that were still giving off steam.
At that moment, I was brought back to when he pursued me.
In order to cook dishes that suited my palate, he forced himself to become a five-star chef. Not only that, he made unique dishes according to my preferences.
Even though what he did in the past moved me, his actions in the present day disgusted me.
I looked away and rejected him with
